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Tra. O despightful love, unconstant womankind!
Hor. Miftake no more, I am not Licio,
Tra. Signior Hortenfio, I have often heard
Hor. See, how they kiss and court!-Signior Lucentis,
Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath,
Hor. Would all the world, but he, had quite forfworn
And so I take leave, In resolution as I swore before.
(Exit. Hor. Tra. Mistress Bianca, blefs you
(Lucentio and Bianca come forward.
Tra l'faith, he'll have a lufty widow now, That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day.
Bian. God gave him joy!
Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master;
Enter Biondello, running.
-but at laft I spied An ancient angel going down the bill,
Will serve the turn.] Though all the printed copies agree in this reading, I am confident, that Shakespeare, intended no profanation here; nor indeed any compli. ment to this old man who was to be impos'd upon, and made a property of. The word I have restor’d, certainly retrieves the author's meaning: And means, either in its first signification, a burdash; (for the word is of Spanish extraction, ingle, which is equivalent to inguen of the Latines ;) or, in its metaphorical sense, a gull, a' cully, one fit to be made a tool of. And in both fenfes it is frequently us'd by B. Joufon. Cynthia's Revels.
-and sweat for every venial trespass we commit, as some author would, if he had such fine engles as we. The Case is alter'd; (a comedy not printed among B. Jonson's works)
What Signior Antonio Ballodino! welcome, sweet engle.“ Poetafter.
What; shall I have my fan a stager now ? an engle for players ? And he likewise uses it, as a verb, in the same play, signifying to beguile, defraud.
I'll presently go, and engle some broker for a poet's gown, and be(peak a garland. (21)
- but formal ir apparel; In gate and countenance furely like a father. ] I have made bold to read, surly; and surely, I believe, I am right in doing so. Our poet always represents his pedants, imperious and In gate and countenance surly like a father.
Luc. And what of him, Tranio?
Tra. If he be credulous, and trust my tale,
[Exe. Luc. and Bian.
Enter a Pedant. Ped. God save you, Sir.
Tra. And you, Sir; you are welcome: Travel
on, or are you at the fartheft
Tra. What countryman, I pray?
Tra. Of Mantua, Sir? God forbid !
life? Ped. My life, Sir! how, I pray for that goes hard.
Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua
Ped. Alas, Sir; it is worse for me than fo;
Tra. Well, Sir, to do you courtesy,
Ped. Ay, Sir, in Pifa have I often bern;
magisterial. Besides, Tranio's directions to the pedant for his behaa viour vouch for my emendation.
“'Tis well; and hold your own in any case,
Tra. Among them know you one Vincentio ?
Ped. I know him not, but I have heard of him ; A merchant of incomparable wealth.
Tra. He is my father, Sir; and, footh to fay, In count'nance somewhat doth resemble
you. Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all one.
[ Afide, Tra. To save your life in this extremity, This favour will I do you for his fake; And think it not the worst of all your fortunes, That you are like to Sir Vincentio : His name and credit shall
undertake, And in my house you shall be friendly lodg'd: Look, that
take upon you as you should. You understand me, Sir: So shall you stay "Till you have done your business in the city. If this be court'ly, Sir, accept of it.
Ped. Oh, Sir, I do; and will repute you ever The Patron of my life and liberty.
Tra. Then go with me to make the matter good: This by the way
I let you understand, My father is here look'd for every day, To pass assurance of a dowre in marriage "Twixt me and one Baptista's daughter here: In all these circumstances I'll instruct you : Go with me, Sir, to cloath you as becomes you. (Exeunt.
Enter Catharina and Grumio. Gru. No, no, forsooth, I dare not for my
life. Cath. The more my wrong, the more his spite appears : What, did he marry me to familh me? Beggars, that come unto my father's door; Upon intreaty, have a present alms; If not, elsewhere they meet with charity: But I, who never knew how to intreat, Nor never needed that I should intreat, Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep; With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed; And that, which spights me more than all these wants, He does it under name of perfect love ;
As who would say, if I should sleep or eat
Gru. What say you, to a neat's foot ?
Gru. I fear, it is too flegmatick a meat:
Cath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.
Catb. Å dish, that I do love to feed upon.
Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the mustard, Or else you get no beef of Grunio.
Catb. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt. Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef. Cath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding Have,
[beats bit That feed'ft me with the very name of meat : Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you, That triumph thus upon my misery! Go, get thee gone, I say.
Enter Petruchio and Hortensio, with meat: Pet. How fares my Kate? what sweeting, all amort? Hor. Mistress what cheer? Cath. 'Faith, as cold as can be.
Pet. Pluck up thy spirits ; look cheerfully upon me; Here, love, thou seeft how diligent I am, To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee: I'm sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks. What, not a word? nay then, thou lov't it not : And all my pains is sorted to no proof. Here take
the dish. Catb. I pray you, let it stand.
Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks,
Cath. I thank you, Sir,